There’s comfort in knowing that I don’t have to be the one who says, “There’s no reason to start panicking until I start panicking myself,” anymore.
An uneasy, uncertain comfort — mostly because I’ve started learning how to panic for no reason. Gotta regain my composure.
Because I don’t think I ever will, really.
Not really sure if this sucks, or if it’s just fine. Point being, the game doesn’t work — at least not when it comes to you, thank goodness.
And I’m glad it didn’t work. I’d probably miss you too much.
Something to replace that psychopath checklist.